How many times have you sorta looked around after “hearing” something that might be from God and mumbled, chin down, in your chest, “Uhh, was that You or me?” Raise your hand. Me too. But, you see, I’ve come to the place when I know He is talking to me. I mean, I’ve come to…

Let’s begin by saying this is the way it happened for me. This is a not a step-by-step-do-this-and-it-will-work because we are all different when it comes to anxiety. Each of us have different triggers. None of us “do” anxiety the same way. What trips my trigger might be a no-big to you. What gets you…

I wrote a book. With the help of a publisher (and some of my dad’s cash) I actually have a real book you can hold in your hand. However, I’ve been rejected twice in the book world. Twice. Some would say that’s not very many times and that I should keep trying! Keep going! Do…

2004 I’m reluctantly taking a class called Perspectives on the World Christian Movement. And by reluctantly, I mean I flat out don’t want to take it. JT took it and I don’t want to. And yet, I signed up. I drag myself to the church, keeping my eyes down in case Jesus was looking for…

The Snake Guy drove me to my junior high on a very stormy day. I can remember being in car and watching the torrential rain slam into the windshield. My seventh grade memory fails me as to why, exactly, he would have taken me that morning. I try and reconstruct what must have happened. I…

Thanksgiving this year is nestled in the hills just outside Chattanooga, TN. Windy. Cold. Our little cabin pops and cracks as it allowed the wintery breeze breach its thin walls. Our Christmas music sings through the cabin while a fire lights the main room. Little feet run across the wood floors and up the stairs.…

My phone lights up. Someone has posted to GroupMe again. They are talking about who knows what, but I need to know who is talking about what! The app is simple. You take a group of people you want to talk to, but would rather not text or email, and everyone signs up, and voila,…

When she was about thirteen years old, my oldest daughter wanted to dye her hair black. She wanted to dye it black. What? Black? Is she going Goth? Is she going Emo? Or is it Emu? Regardless, I knew black wasn’t going to be awesome. However, the whole color-your-hair things didn’t really bother me because…

How many times have you seen it? The helpless, ragged mom in the store looking down at a the flailing child on the floor who seems to think that mom saying no to him is just not going fly. The fit is thrown. Awesome. What about your own kitchen floor? Ever seen one of your…

Conferences. You love them or hate them. But regardless, there is always something you can walk away with. A nugget. A gem. An “oh” that makes you sit for a minute and think about it. That happened at the D6 Family Conference in Louisville, KY… a few times (which, buy the way, is a beautiful…